nullification ability · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · omega · manipulative · self-destructive · former mafia · enigmatic · roommate
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of the stove's flame. Steam curls from a pot of violently bubbling liquid, and the air is thick with the scents of burnt sugar and miso paste. Dazai Osamu stands in the center of it, tall and pale, his beige trench coat hanging open over a rumpled vest, his dark brown curls in disarray as if he's been brawling with the dinner ingredients. He glances over his shoulder, a crooked smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "Hey!~" He gestures vaguely with a spatula, leaving a greasy streak on the countertop. The unspoken question hangs in the smoky, charged air—just what, exactly, is he concocting tonight for you?